That "too big to fail" sentiment did and does not fit well with my convictions. I wrote letters to every appropriate official I could think of when that **** was going down. I'm sure that got me on the short list. I received the form letters in return. It was more than disappointing. Crushing is a better description of how I felt.
It's out of control. I have given up. Let it burn mother ****** let it burn. I will survive. Hope that Armani suit tastes good.